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About Me Deviant Member TsangyangMale/France Recent Activity
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J'ai envie de libération, de verre brisé, j'ai envie de sec, de flammes, de poussière fine et pailleté, je me perd dans les rues moites à la recherche
d'un espace vide que je ne trouve pas, au lieu j'aimerai me réfugier dans l'étroit boudoir de bras inconnus,
J'ai envie de cette étincelle qui se produit quand on arrache brutalement la prise et que se repand un odeur d'éther.
Pendant que des minus s'égarent dans les terminus
Et que contrairement au Christ il n'y a pas douze stations dans leur calvaire
Ils fuient vers la lumière, Factice, de leur vice
On me trouve délétère alors que je me désaltère
Dans le paysage doux de ces nymphéas d'un autre siècle!
  • Listening to: Peter Gabriel heroin albums
  • Reading: William blake
  • Watching: You
  • Playing: Solitaire
  • Eating: Gods eucharist
  • Drinking: Blood

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~Tsangyang
Maria
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The dog barked at three middle aged female and the manager
came to us and said the dog had to go, he says sometimes persons are like dogs and when they don't behave they also have
to go, I was with my beer, a nice thick glass of Guinness, and a fraction from throwing it at full force against an other plane of
thinner glass, just to see.

The three pigs were in front of me, blocking the view with their mechanic blue overall, the tags reflecting the dawn, the tools of duty, one gun, a pair of cuffs, three shiny clubs, the pig loves burger king, coke and frozen pizza and one day all will
die food poisoned but for now, just having a straw on my way to the organic shop,
I feel the blood pressure rise in.

I didn't talk much to her but the best I can say about her she looked like a red hair betty page, her ass tightly shaped in high
altitude by a long black skirt, as to oppose the fairness of white
skin, porcelain hardly breached by time and malicious eyes.

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:iconmasubii-model:
And thank you for the faves and the comments ^_^
greatly appreciated
HUGS xx
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:iconmasubii-model:
Thank you so much for the watch xx
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:iconavincenna:
Thank you kindly :)

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My words fly up, thoughts remain below, words without thoughts never to heaven go.

/W. Shakespeare
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:icontsangyang:
Oh it's so natural, you are nice!
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:iconavincenna:
Thank you for the poem too. I hadn't read it before, it's flattering :) . I will read some others from him.

<3

Have a cheerful day.

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My words fly up, thoughts remain below, words without thoughts never to heaven go.

/W. Shakespeare
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:icontsangyang:
Hello, I am happy you liked it, it takes some caracter to enjoy poetry. He is famous for the "lady chatterley's lover" and I read most of his novels when I was 15 but his poetry is very special..a parallel can be run with Bukowski very well known for his cynical novels but much less for he's great poetry..or maybe I like the tender side of pornographers! I think Lawrence was gay and also a fan of alister crowley..if you like strange and beautiful stuff look at kenneth anger movies, you can download them, lol, as for me I need to upload a lot if I want this page to be faithful to my desire, anyway here is one of mine:

I decided to go off the drugs
by drugs I mean
Cigarettes
Irish coffees
Beers
Ganja
Hash
Valium
And morphine
even burgers
I am buzzing through the night
I can't sleep
I feel like killing my friends
When they get to close
My space gets narrow
I am no longer a whale in fish tank
I break free from bondage
I wake up from nightmares
With a white film blocking my eyes
To shake hands with living dead
Burning hell and tanned leather
But the thing I miss the most
Is the marble skin of my lover
One forbidden garden to explore
One gate that I will not close
One weed that I can blow
Our laughter braking like tiny bells
And others things that I won't tell..

09-03-05
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Ah la reflexion, j'ai bien une idée de qui se cache derriere MM. Et je pense que c'est EXTREMement DAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRK ...

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